3 AM Nightmares
When the clock strikes three,
Our memories are what I see.
your fake promises, your white lies
yes I know everything, don't get surprised.
You are the reason I have sleepless nights.
I remember when I loved you but you didn’t.
When I woke up I had a bad headache,
that is when I realized my mistakes
My life had a huge earthquake.
Everything was destroyed...
My soul was completely void,
and my happily ever after turned into a nightmare.
My life was unfair!
I cried I tried to stay alive
But I hoped I didn't survive.
When I saw it I was paralyzed.
I gave you everything and you killed me alive,
I hoped I didn’t survive!
I hoped I didn’t survive!
The pain I went through,
The tears of blood- are what I can think about.
I am just a puppet in the hands of society.
Who am I?
Who am I?
I shout to the mirror!
From the outside, I look just fine,
but from the inside, I die.
What have I done to deserve this?
I was in a crisis.
It came to a point where
I just didn’t want to exist.
I was drowning,
Drowning in blood!
My last hope died,When you killed me alive.
I want to sleep,
I am very weak.
Scratching myself,
Hitting myself,
Cursing the world
With chains, I am held.
I am helpless,
Who will remember me?
That is what comes to me when the
The clock strikes 3.
That is when I open my eyes.
The memories all flash by,
It was hard to get out of hell.
But I succeeded
I got out of the spell.
I was happy it ended.
I just pretended.
The memories still come back,
when the clock strikes 3.
All of them attack!
All of them attack!
About the Creator
Nishcka
Nishcka is a multi-talented student, dancer and writer. With a passion for the arts, she seamlessly combines her for movement and words. As a dedicated student, Nishcka's curosity knows no bounds, constantly seeking knowledge.
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